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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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Downtown is wicked cool. Stroll on Ocotillo Ave. Life’s buzzing. Hey, I once sat in a park (I think it was Paseo Vista Park?) and mused about families, kids, and all that mess. It reminded me of that scene in A.I. Artificial Intelligence, "I am not afraid to dream." Crazy right? But then again, dreams are wild, man.

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